Category: Poetry

Poetry

Paul Carll worked in the coal pits, But on Christmas Eve he called quits, And down by the crick, Lit a dynamite stick, In a flash he was blown clean…

Poetry

Poetry

Grey house, Black gutters. Stand on the brick path, And enjoy the cooling Shower of the leaky gutters.

Poetry

A tree across the road, the expected thing stops happening. The volley evaporates them into the forest like the mist or the deer whose skins they wear. The shrieking, from…

Poetry